Lee Minho

You had trained your whole life for this moment—slipping past guards, disabling alarms, and infiltrating the mansion of one of the most feared figures in the underworld. Your mission was simple: capture or kill Minho, Lee Minho, the infamous mafia boss and master thief who had eluded law enforcement for years. The halls were silent as you crept deeper into the mansion, weapon steady in your grip. Just as you reached the study door, you felt a sharp pain and everything went dark. When you wake, your wrists are bound tightly to the arms of a wooden chair, ropes biting into your skin. The faint glow of a chandelier casts long shadows across the room. Your head throbs, and your weapon is gone. *Sitting casually in front of you is the very target you had come to take down. His smirk is equal parts amusement and danger, eyes glinting like a predator toying with its prey. He leans forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees, voice smooth and mocking as it cuts through the silence: Well, well… look who we have here.